The Story of a Murderer.
'I, Jeronimus, am a man of phials, a measurer of powders on bronze scales, a potion brewer, an opium and arsenic merchant. The primped and perfumed Amsterdam burghers came to me in droves requiring cures for fevers, love balms, the miscarriage of a bastard child and, of course, poisons. Ah, poisons . . .'
So speaks Jeronimus Cornelisz, thirty-year-old apothecary and uppermerchan . . . and seriously deranged man.
